You Should See Him Naked, I Mean Really

“Hey, Goldilocks! Wait up!” the sexy British accent called out to her as she tried to make her way through the mass of other students exiting the lecture hall.
Too late, Spike Giles had caught up with her. She cringed in a mixture of revulsion and excitement. For you see, Spike Giles was the most arrogant, cocky, smirking son of a bitch that ever walked the face of the earth. She sighed to herself. He was also the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on in her entire life. She hated him!

“Why you always running away from me, luv?” Spike smirked.
“Uhh, maybe it’s because of my total disgust with being in your presence?” Buffy snarked back at him.
“Oh...you wound me, pet” he mocked being stabbed in the heart.
“Are you stalking me, Spike? Cause you know, not so sexy.” Buffy spat out.
“Yeah and you’re at a Saturday lecture because you’re a genius who loves class and studying even on weekends” Spike all but called her stupid.
“I’ll have you know that I’ve been signed up for this special guest speaker for weeks you bleached big dumb jerk!” she huffed.
“I love ien yen you get all flustered. Rosy cheeks, fire in your eyes…” Spike taunted her.
“I’m not flustered. I’m frustrated! With you!” Buffy replied.
“Well, you know…you shouldn’t let all that sexual frustration build up, luv. Need some help with that?” Spike grinned.
“You! You! Ugh!!!! Good riddance, Spike!” Buffy turned and stomped off.

Spike stood there watching the blonde spitfire walk away from him. God, he wanted her. It has been about 6 months since they had first met and he had never met a woman like her before. One that rejected him! Him! He got any woman he ever wanted but no, not this one. The one he wanted the most. She eluded him. But not for long.

“Come on...when are we going to get to the part about his huge penis?” Anya broke in.
“Anya!” Willow yelled.
“Didn’t you promise not to interrupt? I’m getting there! Give me time!” Buffy responded.
“Go on, Buffy!” Cordelia motioned for her to continue her story.
“O.K. so where was I?” Buffy started again.

Spike found Buffy sitting in the small café just off campus. He slowly sauntered over to her and sat down across from her, spreading his legs and slouching in his seat like he owned the place.
“Can I buy you a cuppa, luv?” he asked her.
“I already have a….”cuppa” she mocked him, “and why are you sitting here? Talking to me? Like we’re some kind of talking buddies?” Buffy said bitchily.
“Right then. You want to just skip to the kissing then?” Spike winked.
“Arghh!! You just don’t give up, do you? What does it take?” Buffy said in exasperation.
“Not much, pet. I’m easy” Spike answered.
“Yeah, so I hear. And yet you somehow think I’d want some of…that” she pointed to his torso.

“Think? I KNOW, luv” he rose in his seat and leaned over the table so his mouth was mere inches from her face.
Buffy felt her heart begin to race and her palms were sweating.
“Stop...please...go away” she whispered.
“I will if you’ll go out with me tonight” Spike dared her.
“Spike…why are you so adamant on going out with me? You’ve got plenty of girls to choose from. Why me?” Buffy questioned him.
“I don’t want those other girls, Buffy. I want you.” He looked deep in her eyes with those to die for blue eyes of his. Guh! Just say yes, Buffy, she thought. He is an ass but geez, those eyes. Damn. Just say yes. Yes. Yes…before she knew it the words were becoming audible, “Yes”
“Finally! What a poor bloke has to do to get you to go out with him!” Spike teased her.
“You better not try any funny stuff either Mister” Buffy warned him.
“Sure, luv, no funny stuff” he winked. “I’ll meet you here at…7 and we’ll go from there, O.K.?” Spike inquired.
“Sure…7…bye” Buffy was already up and out the door.

“So, what happened next???” Willow burst out, almost completely drunk now.
“Willow! You were yelling at me before for interrupting” Anya chastised her.
“Well…uhh...I’m her best friend so I’m allowed” Willow slurred.
“For Pete’s sake…let her finish…dammit” Cordy swore.
“We’re getting to the good stuff, I promise” Buffy grinned.
Spike leaned against the building outside; trying to get comfortable as he figured this was going to be a long night.

Spike was there at 7 sharp. Actually he was there at 6:30 but who is counting? He’d tried for months and finally his Buffy was going out with him. He said a silent prayer of thanks and told himself repeatedly not to muck this up. Spike’s public persona was just what everyone thought of him. Just what Buffy thought of him. Deep down, no one knew of his inner William that still resided there. Sure, he had dated quite a few ladies. The misconception was that he slept with them all though. O.K., well he had slept with some of them but not all. His reputation was blown way out of proportion. Of course, he never bothered to correct anyone. Let them think what they want. Except for Buffy. He would show her, he wanted her and no one else.

“Spike! Wake up!” her voice pierced his thoughts. Speak of the devil.
“You’re late” Spike said.
“It’s 7:03, Spike. Jesus. Are you timing me with a stop watch?” Buffy replied.
“Chinese, Italian or Mexican?” Spike questioned her.
“I take it we’re going to dinner?” Buffy replied.
“No, I’m asking your preference for the person we’re going to pick up for our threesome later” Spike teased.
“You’re a pig, Spike. Chinese” Buffy answered him.
“My car’s right down the street, luv.” Spike placed his hand on her back and guided her along the sidewalk.

He opened her door for her like a gentleman and she slid into his monster of a car.
He came around the driver’s side and slid in himself.
“You call this a car? It’s more like a houseboat” Buffy looked around.
“She’s a classic and a lady. Like you. So I would be nice to her if I was you” Spike smiled.
Buffy’s heart thumped an extra beat at his compliment.
Spike started the engine and pulled away from the curb.

They arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes later. Surprisingly enough to Buffy, Spike was a perfect gentleman throughout dinner. They talked about school and what they planned on doing afterwards and their hobbies and interests. They were actually getting along.
After they were finished, Spike paid the bill and then escorted Buffy back out to the car.

“Where to now?” Buffy asked him as he pu out out of the parking space.
“Does that mean you can stomach my company for a while longer?” Spike joked.
“Well…I suppose so” Buffy smiled.
“Umm...I know a place.” Spike drove off.
“What place?” Buffy questioned.
“You’ll see. It’s my secret place. Where I go when I want to be alone…to think” Spike confided in her.
“And you’re taking me there?” Buffy inquired.
“Yep” Spike answered.
“Do you take all of your girls there?” Buffy grilled him.
“Does that mean you’re my girl, Buffy?” Spike didn’t let the wording of las last comment slide.
“Umm...no...er...what I meant...” Buffy stammered.
“No, luv. I don’t. I have never taken anyone else here.” Spike cut her off with a smile.
“Oh” Buffy said softly then looked out the window and they sat in comfortable silence for the remainder of the trip.

Spike had pulled off the main road onto an old dusty country road that seemed to wind and wind for miles. He finally came to a wooded area and pulled the Desoto over onto the grass off of the road.
“We’re here” he said as he turned off the engine.
Buffy looked around. It looked like a scene out of some teenage slash k.
k.
“You’re not some kind of serial killer rapist are you?” Buffy questioned him, half serious.
“Buffy, we can leave right now if you want. I won’t be upset. I promise you. I’m not a serial killer.” He said sincerely.
“Alright…show me your secret place” Buffy smiled.
Spike mocked starting to unbuckle his belt.
“SPIKE!” Buffy’s eyes grew wide.
“Oh! You meant my OTHER secret place” he laughed.
“Ugh...you may not be a serial killer but you are still a pig” Buffy punched his shoulder.
“Ouch! Damn girl, you don’t know your own strength” he rubbed his arm.
“Come on you big baby” Buffy bravely got out of the car.

Spike got out and went to the trunk and took out a blanket, a flashlight and what appeared to be a picnic basket.
“A picnic at 10 at night?” Buffy raised an eyebrow.
“It’s just some champagne, water and glasses.” Spike informed her.
He reached his hand out and she placed her smaller one in his. He led her down a narrow dirt path that weaved its way through the woods and then broke into a clearing that sat on the banks of a small lake with a little mini waterfall tumbling over the higher rocks. The moon was almost full and illuminated the scene before her. The sky was filled with stars and the lake shimmered. It was utterly breath taking.
“Oh, Spike. It’s beautiful” Buffy breathed out.
“Not as beautiful as you” he told her then looked away quickly.

He spread the blanket out on the grassy bank and set the basket down to the side of it. He reached his hand out to her again as he assisted her to sit down and then he lowered himself joining her. They sat there holding hands sta at at the lake and sky listening to the calming sounds of the waterfall.

“Christ! That is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard!” Cordy burst out of her silence.
Buffy rolled her eyes and sighed. “Dammit you guys. Do you want me to finish or not? You keep interrupting!”
“Sorry!” they all said in unison.
“Please don’t stop there, Buffy. We wanna know ALL the rest…come on...no holding out” Willow smiled.
“Yes...the orgasms are coming soon, right?” Anya blurted out.
“Yes, Anya. There aANY ANY orgasms “coming”!” Buffy smirked.
“Alright…so anyway…then he…” Buffy began again.

Continued in Chapter 2- Buffy's Story Part II